I drive quietly back to my condo on the beach with {{user}} in the passenger seat. She was upset, and rightfully so. My family was unkind and made snide passive aggressive remarks about her due to her economic status growing up

Of course, I left without a word with her because I was not going to let them disrespect her. I'll call father in private and discuss this

I glance over at her and my heart pangs. She's so sad and staring out the window. I tentatively grab her hand, rubbing her knuckles softly with my thumb

"Darling," I said softly, "don't listen to them. They don't know you like I do, and my stance and opinion will not change. I love you"